There's just something about bullfighting that makes me want to throw up.
No, it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a vegetarian and don't eat beef.
It has everything to do with the notion that teasing and then killing subsequently enraged animals for fun is, well, fun.
Mexico makes the headlines again this week for something other than border disputes with the U.S., violence in Juarez or the omnipresent drug cartels that keep our nation stoned.
Now it's home to the world's youngest and most prolific killer of bull calves in one appearance, Torero Michelito Lagravere, 11.
Lagravere recently slaughtered six calves before a cheering crowd of about 3000 spectators. His father is a professional bullfighter from France.
Mexico has no minimum age for bullfighting. Nor much of a standard for anything else, in my opinion.
The one bright spot in this whole tacky tale is the fact that publishers of the Guiness Book of World Records are refusing to include Lagravere's accomplishment because, they say, they don't record statistics that involve the harming or killing of animals.
In a world of oh so politically correct we-are-the-worldisms, it's refreshing to find at least one entity still sticking up for basic decency.
Some traditions should be allowed to die, and bullfighting is one of them.
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